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“Are those what I think they are?” asks Rainbow Dash.
“Yup. Straight from her room,” says Spike, holding up a pair of Twilight Sparkle’s socks.
“Oh god...”
Spike smirks and shakes his head. “Weirdo.”
The blue mare flares her nostrils at the insult. “Hey!”
“Just kidding! Now I think we had a deal.”
“Fine. I guess I owe you. So how do you wanna do this?”
Spike fidgets for a moment, worming his toe claws into the sunbaked sand of the beach. Rainbow Dash’s rosy eyes remain fixed on him and she co*cks her head to the side.
“Well?” she asks.
“Uh. About that. I was thinking that instead of me tickling you, we could, um, maybe do it the other way around.”
“Huh?”
“Um...I’d rather you tickle me, actually.”
Rainbow Dash blinks at him. And then snorts, laughing and stamping the ground with her hoof. “Oh man. You really are a perv, Spike.”
He blushes. “H-hey! C’mon Rainbow Dah. We had a deal.”
“Nah, I’m not complaining. I’d way rather tickle you than get tickled. I just can’t believe that’s what you want.”
Spike’s snout blushes a deep purple. He only manages to chuckle. He rubs at his arms as he waits under her amused stare. Although Rainbow Dash usually isn’t the star of his fantasies, he’s stolen more than a few glances at her fit, athletic body. With the chance of actually being tickled by her becoming a reality, he suffers a sudden bout of bashfulness. Fortunately, the mare is assertive enough for the both of them.
“Alright, Spike, we had a deal. You got me what I wanted. Time for me to do something for you.”
He perks in excitement. “R-really? All right!”
“Let’s go to my beach hut. Probably better not to do this out in the open and look like a couple of freaks.”
She leads him away from the beach and onto the soft grass, towards her rental hut. The place is already deserted; vacation season is months away. But if it will make Rainbow Dash more comfortable, Spike is fine with it. It may be nice to get out of the sun, anyway. Even with the salty breeze of the sea brushing over them, the sun’s rays keep the shore awfully warm. She pulls the cloth curtain away from the door to let him in. Spike is immediately grateful that Twilight shelled out for a hotel suite. The rented hut is cramped, with little more than a couple shelves and a hammock stretching from one end to the other.
“You’ve been sleeping in a hammock? Isn’t that uncomfortable?”
“No way, man! Makes me feel great. Now hop in.”
“Uh, okay...”
Spike climbs into the knitted web of cloth and lays on his back. He soon understands why she wanted him to. She pushes his arms up above his head and uses her teeth to begin tugging bits of strings over his wrists. It takes only a moment before his wrists are entirely tangled and tied in the fabric. She does the same with his ankles; the little dragon is left splayed on the hammock with both his arms and legs stretched out from him. Rainbow Dash nods in approval and winks.
“You ready?”
“You bet!”
He’s more than ready. His body already quivers in anticipation. Being under the tickly hooves of a toned mare like Rainbow Dash is an exceedingly rare treat for him. As he listens to her snicker at him, any regret he held about swiping Twilight’s socks melts away. Totally worth it. Spike giggles when Rainbow Dash playfully nudges her nose against his side. Not so much because it tickles, but due more to amusem*nt at seeing his friend get into the moment.
The two share an odd camaraderie, given that Rainbow Dash is the only mare he knows who is as big of a lech as he is. Despite the jokes she makes at his expense, he feels more at ease indulging in his kinks with her than with Twilight or the others. She bumps her snout into the edge of his stomach again and then stands up on her hind legs. Looming over him, she raises her forelegs and waves her hooves above him.
“All right, Spike. You asked for it. Now prepare for the tickling of your life!”
Her hooves dart down and press into his sides, one at each flank. They’re clumsy instruments for tickle torture. Fortunately, Spike is sensitive enough that it still has the desired effect. As she squeezes and kneads his belly between her two hooves, giggles begin to sputter out from him. He can’t help but laugh even though she starts out rough. She soon remembers just how small-boned Spike is and her prodding hooves become gentler. Spike wiggles in the netting he’s tied up in, lapsing into a bout of chuckling when Rainbow Dash’s hooves slide up to his ribs. She smiles down at him, a surprisingly tender look for the fiery mare.
“I gotta admit, Spike, I can kinda see why you get off to this. You’re sorta cute all tied up.”
“Ahaa, hah!”
She begins to jostle his ribs. Being extra careful with the tiny bones, she presses her hooves against either side of his rib cage and massages in circles. It’s clear that it bothers him more than the attention paid to his stomach. He thrashes and twists in the hammock, making it sway.
The circular rims of her hooves nestle up to his lowermost ribs to jiggle against the tickly areas. Spike loses it as she does so, his maw flying wide open to release peals of laughter. His little wrists turn and tug at the knots which bind them. Even if the tickling is bliss to him, his body struggles out of reflex at the crawling sensations she sends over it. Rainbow Dash cups her hooves against the fronts of his ribs and rubs up and down.
She shakes her head and laughs at the sight. “No way, Spike. Applejack showed me how to tie knots like that. You aren’t getting away. You wanted this, now ya got it! Tickle tickle tickle!”
“Aha! Hah haw! R-Rainbow Dash, hee hah, I n-need a break!”
Rainbow Dash ignores the request. She’s having too much fun to be interrupted. And after all the times that Spike had stolen teasing flicks of his claws over her sides or her hooves when she wasn’t expecting it, this is the perfect time for a little payback. Besides, she knows he’s actually enjoying himself. His thrashing and pleading don’t hide the dark blush on his snout or the glee in his eyes. He rocks in the hammock, his squirming-around sending it swinging slightly. The fabric is too heavy for him to move it enough to be a problem for her, though, especially since the hammock is much larger than he is.
She bumps into a different problem, however. It becomes apparent as she tries to presses into his underarms that her hooves are useless for the task. Try as she might to wedge the rims of her hooves against them, the spots are too small for it to work. Spike sputters and gasps in air; he first thinks she is simply letting him catch his breath. He blinks in confusion when the mare, her eyes focused and her brows knitted, fumbles the flats of her hooves against him. But Spike quickly realizes what she is trying to do and understand the issue.
“Oh, uh, should I...”
She nods. “Yeah. If you could just move a little bit like that….”
The two awkwardly try to renegotiate themselves. But Spike, bound as he is, can do little to help. He is already stretched as much as possible in the hammock. Still, he does his best to help her out, but only manages to wiggle a bit. Rainbow Dash breathes a frustrated sigh.
Holding up her hooves, she stares at them. “Aw, man. Hooves aren’t really made for this, Spike.”
“Maybe not hooves. But what about those?”
The dragon motions his head towards one of Rainbow Dash’s wings. She looks at the feathered appendage and her eyes widen in realization.
She looks at him with a co*cky grin. “Giving me ideas like that? You really do like being tickled, ya little weirdo. Okay, but you asked for it!”
She clenches a feather between her teeth and yanks it out. Spike shivers in anticipation as she wiggles her eyebrows at him. She nods her head up and down, flicking the fluffy tip of the plume around Spike’s little underarm. The dragon’s eyes widen for a split second, then he clenches them and bursts into laughter. The smooth skin under his arm is far more sensitive than his sides and belly. It’s perfect for the delicate kiss of the feather’s tip. As Rainbow Dash grits her teeth to roll the feather in a circle around his armpit, she quickly gets him shaking his head and thrashing in the swaying hammock.
“Ohhohoho, noho!”
Rainbow Dash can’t tease him since her mouth is full. But she responds with a grin and another flurry of feather licks against Spike’s stretched skin. He helplessly giggles, the ropes keeping him from lowering his arm at all. She continues to bat the fluff against the spot until he is teary-eyed and out of breath, the tip of the feather totally frayed.
She spits it onto the ground and snickers. “What’s the matter, Spike? Too ticklish? Having second thoughts?”
He huffs and puffs, but shakes his head. “N-no way. I can handle it. No problem.”
“Good. Because this is starting to get fun.”
She trots to the other end of the hammock and turns to face him. Spike smiles nervously and covers one of his feet with the other. He knows what’s next. Without a word, Rainbow Dash plucks a fresh feather from her wing and dangles the tip down above his soles, teasingly close. He curls his toes and lets out a giggle just from anticipation. But chuckles really begin when the tuft starts licking at his lavender soles. The little dragon snorts and laughs, twisting in the knots of the hammock.
His clawed toes curl and then splay outward. The dusting of the feather’s tip forces them to wiggle with the ticklish, quivering sensations it sends over his feet. Rainbow Dash has to giggle through her teeth, finding the dancing toe claws actually quite cute. They’re different from the round mare hooves she’s usually lusting after, but seeing them twitch under tickly attention is enough to make her smile. Her head bobs as she awkwardly uses her mouth to batter his tender feet. Despite the clumsiness, Spike is ticklish enough for it to work quite well. He’s a squealing, gasping mess under the relentless brushing of the feather.
Rainbow Dash spits out the frayed thing. She knows he needs a breather. He winds down for a few moments, gasping and giggling. Finally, he relaxes and lets his limbs go limp. Rainbow Dash smirks at him while he dangles in the hammock. Sweating and blushing, he smiles back at her.
He taps his feet together and sighs in relief. “Man, I’ve been needing this for weeks.”
“I guess I can’t blame you. Having to sleep near Twilight every night must leave you aching.”
“Tell me about it...”
Rainbow Dash wiggles her eyebrows and leans in closer. “Do you and her ever do anything like this? I wanna know all the details.”
He smiles and rolls his eyes. “Sorry to burst your bubble, but she usually leaves me high and dry. It’s too embarrassing to beg Twilight for this kind of stuff. I do have to live with her, after all.”
“That’s lame. I should really let you have it now, then. Scratch that itch.”
The blue pegasus smiles wickedly and fans out her wings. Spikes eye’s grow at the sight. He only has time to squeal before she wraps his little body in a feathery, tickly embrace. He erupts into giddiness as she envelops him in a soft cocoon of feathers. In his stretched position, the plumes can easily flit over every bit of him. She drags the wings over him in quick sweeps, then quickly ruffles them around.
“Ah-ahaha! No more! Hnnaha! No more, please!”
“Say uncle!”
“Uncle, uncle! Hahaw!”
Rainbow Dash laughs and pulls her wings back. Spike is sweating and panting. As fun as it is, she knows he’s worn out. Pinching the knots between her teeth, the tugs them loose and lets Spike climb out of the hammock.
“Thanks, Rainbow Dash. I think you were really getting into it.”
“Pfft. All right, get out you little perv. I’ve got daylight left and I wanna catch some more waves.”
